BAD WEATHER

these seemingly mindless thoughts that spatter upon my brain
as endless as the drops from a midsummers rain
not knowing when they started that leads to an unforseable end
like the flashes of a lightning storm, my sense of safety they will rend
my comfort of knowlegde gone, only bitter questions left instead
to forever threaten my sanity, thunderous echoes in my head
the options i retain, steeped in a foggy mist
certain that i remain, atop the reapers list
the footprints in the sand, washed away by stormy seas
turned away at Heavens gate, for i lack the golden key
unaware of hungry wolves, through the blinding snow of hate
as they track the scent of blood, from my wounded mental state
chilled to my very bones, by sheets of sleeting greed
giving all i have for warmth, taking much more than they need
a hailstorm of sharpened insults, spat out to see me shamed
by those envious of my virtues, that still remain untamed
there's a burning in my soul, an inner heatwave of my guilt
unable to find the shade, amongst these walls that i have built
vengeance sought by those, who's pleads were never heard
like the destruction of a tornado, after the silence of the bird
my heart ripped apart by sins, like the winds of hurricanes
boarded up and closed, forever full of pain...